You know that." "I do, Bill, and appreciate it." The group about the motionless body fell away, and made room for the marshal, the last man to rise saying soberly: "He's dead all right, Hickock.

I guess he never knew what hit him.

Good shootin', too, dark as it is here." "Had the range fixed, likely," returned the marshal.

"That's what makes it look like it was arranged for." He bent down, striving to distinguish the dead man's features turned up to the drizzle, but the night revealed the faintest outline.
"Anybody know him ?" There was no response, only a shuffling of feet in the mud.

"Here you man with the lantern, hold it over where I can see.
There, that is better.